MY REVOLUTION

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I protest, with a voice both strong and clear,

For you’ve placed me in a box, a writer’s sphere.

But before the pen, I’ve journeyed far and wide,

A seeker of the soul, with body as my guide.

From childhood’s dawn to this very day,

« Know Thyself, » I hear the ancients say.

Not Greek or Egyptian by mere chance or fate,

I carry history’s weight, a heavy, noble state.

Six years I’ve shared my path, yet still I roam,

A woman’s journey back to self, to home.

With each cycle’s turn, I find my way,

A rhythm that guides me, come what may.

To the women who endure, who feel the strife,

See not a curse, but the pulse of life.

Your PMS, your pain, your deepest moan,

Are the echoes of your truth, the seeds you’ve sown.

Month by month, tune in, don’t shy away,

Even when the darkness follows day.

Sit with your soul, let the silence speak,

Meditate, reflect, on the answers you seek.

Break through the lies, the chains of old,

Don’t bow to the systems, don’t be controlled.

Let your body’s cry be a song, not shame,

There’s wisdom in your womb, a sacred flame.

Within you lies the infinite, the end, the start,

The essence of your being, the map of your heart.

The cycles, the pain, the joy, the tears,

They connect you to Earth, to your ancestors’ years.

Imagine a world where sisters unite,

In a matriarch’s embrace, we find our light.

In those hard times, we’d rise, we’d heal,

Awakening to the truth only we can feel.

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